Re: Thought for the Day

In Reply to: Thought for the Day posted by The Huggy Merchant on November 12, 2000 at 07:51:48:

: In Flanders Fields: ------------------: In Flanders fields the poppies blow: Between the crosses, row on row: That mark our place; and in the sky: The larks, still bravely singing, fly: Scarce heard amid the guns below.: We are the Dead. Short days ago: We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,: Loved and were loved, and now we lie: In Flanders fields.

: Take up our quarrel with the foe:: To you from failing hands we throw: The torch; be yours to hold it high.: If ye break faith with us who die: We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

: (John McCrae)

: : Reply to Flanders Fields: ------------------------ : Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;: The torch your falling hands let go: Was caught by us, again held high,: A beacon light in Flanders sky: That dims the stars to those below.: You are our dead, you held the foe,: And ere the poppies cease to blow,: We'll prove our faith in you who lie: In Flanders Fields.: Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go: To you who bravely died, and know: In other fields was heard the cry,: For freedom's cause, of you who lie,: So still asleep where poppies grow,: In Flanders Fields.

: As in rumbling sound, to and fro,: The lightning flashes, sky aglow,: The mighty hosts appear, and high: Above the din of battle cry,: Scarce heard amidst the guns below,: Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,: And guard the place where poppies grow.: Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie: In Flanders Fields.

: And still the poppies gently blow,: Between the crosses, row on row.: The larks, still bravely soaring high,: Are singing now their lullaby: To you who sleep where poppies grow: In Flanders Fields.